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i still didnt know why i took this job, surely as a writer i could be covering a million and one different stories, better stories, than ghost writing the memoirs of local tycoon Daniel Greyson
Daniel Greyson owned about half this town at one point, but now the old guy was retired and wanted to write his meoirs down while he still could, id heard he was 68 possibly older, and very fussy, already he had hired and fired 5 different writers due to "artistic differences" if the pay werent so good i would have declined the job but i needed the money
i pulled up to 2 big cast iron gates "hello" came a crackly voice
"erm hi i'm Mike, Mike Willams, I'm here to see Mr Greyson" i yelled into the speaker box
with a buzz the gates slowly, creakily swung open to reveal an expansive lawn and a drive leading up to a fairly large country house, i pulled up and was lead to what was apparently Mr Greysons study
"so your Mike?" he said looking me up and down "i expected someone older, more experienced
"i have plenty of experience Mr Greyson, dont be fooled by my age, i start writing when i was 13"
"hmm ok then, sit down" he grumbled
his hair was a steely grey and he looked as much the hard ass as he did when he was ceo of the company, his crooked nose still looked alot to me like a beak i used to pretend when i was a child that mr greyson was a parrot, that stopped me from being afraid of him when he would come to our school to discuss work etc he was still quite lean from what i could see under his blue suit, with a red tie, his signature look. his sons were the polar oppisite to him, they were short and fat and red faced, rumours had it that mr greyson was not biologically their father but since they bore the fabeled last name that was greyson they were the new bosses of the company, though they were failing miserably
after a brief discussion on how the book was to be written i sat down with my notebook and began taking notes
"now onto business!" mr greyson boomed, smiling a wicked smile "the first thing my father taught me about succeeding in business is act as though you have the biggest dick in the room, ofcourse it helps if you do, hence i like my father rocketed from nothing to ceo of one of the biggest companys in the country
i kept writing but was stunned, has mr greyson, old feeble greying mister greyson just admitted to me he had a huge cock.
he came up behind me to check my notes and then i knew he was telling the truth as his big soft cock rested on my arm, heavy and hot as he checked my work
"i would apologise for that" he said noticing as i had that his junk was firmly on my arm "but i wont"
"i read your list of previous experience, you wrote an article once about "is bigger better?" stating in your opinion 'bigger was a waste as by 50 it would just be a hanging piece of flesh, a haunting reminder of what used to be'" he scoffed "what made you say that?" he asked
"well all the men i interviewed over 50 claimed they had been struck by premature impotence due to the volume of their cocks and could only get it up if they took 2 viagras
"let me guess these men were plump, heavy etc?" i nodded, Mr Greyson laughed "i keep telling hung guys after 30 dont assume your going to always reel them in because you waggle you dick. thats why i stay fit. did you know mr williams that if a man stays fit and healthy theres no reason he wont be getting erections well into his 80s"
"how interesting" i said, feigning interest
"mr williams, prepare to have your beliefs shaken" he smiled wickedly standing, slowly unding his tie
Daniel Greyson owned about half this town at one point, but now the old guy was retired and wanted to write his meoirs down while he still could, id heard he was 68 possibly older, and very fussy, already he had hired and fired 5 different writers due to "artistic differences" if the pay werent so good i would have declined the job but i needed the money
i pulled up to 2 big cast iron gates "hello" came a crackly voice
"erm hi i'm Mike, Mike Willams, I'm here to see Mr Greyson" i yelled into the speaker box
with a buzz the gates slowly, creakily swung open to reveal an expansive lawn and a drive leading up to a fairly large country house, i pulled up and was lead to what was apparently Mr Greysons study
"so your Mike?" he said looking me up and down "i expected someone older, more experienced
"i have plenty of experience Mr Greyson, dont be fooled by my age, i start writing when i was 13"
"hmm ok then, sit down" he grumbled
his hair was a steely grey and he looked as much the hard ass as he did when he was ceo of the company, his crooked nose still looked alot to me like a beak i used to pretend when i was a child that mr greyson was a parrot, that stopped me from being afraid of him when he would come to our school to discuss work etc he was still quite lean from what i could see under his blue suit, with a red tie, his signature look. his sons were the polar oppisite to him, they were short and fat and red faced, rumours had it that mr greyson was not biologically their father but since they bore the fabeled last name that was greyson they were the new bosses of the company, though they were failing miserably
after a brief discussion on how the book was to be written i sat down with my notebook and began taking notes
"now onto business!" mr greyson boomed, smiling a wicked smile "the first thing my father taught me about succeeding in business is act as though you have the biggest dick in the room, ofcourse it helps if you do, hence i like my father rocketed from nothing to ceo of one of the biggest companys in the country
i kept writing but was stunned, has mr greyson, old feeble greying mister greyson just admitted to me he had a huge cock.
he came up behind me to check my notes and then i knew he was telling the truth as his big soft cock rested on my arm, heavy and hot as he checked my work
"i would apologise for that" he said noticing as i had that his junk was firmly on my arm "but i wont"
"i read your list of previous experience, you wrote an article once about "is bigger better?" stating in your opinion 'bigger was a waste as by 50 it would just be a hanging piece of flesh, a haunting reminder of what used to be'" he scoffed "what made you say that?" he asked
"well all the men i interviewed over 50 claimed they had been struck by premature impotence due to the volume of their cocks and could only get it up if they took 2 viagras
"let me guess these men were plump, heavy etc?" i nodded, Mr Greyson laughed "i keep telling hung guys after 30 dont assume your going to always reel them in because you waggle you dick. thats why i stay fit. did you know mr williams that if a man stays fit and healthy theres no reason he wont be getting erections well into his 80s"
"how interesting" i said, feigning interest
"mr williams, prepare to have your beliefs shaken" he smiled wickedly standing, slowly unding his tie
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